@BadDo9 (and to whomever it may concern/wants to get involved);


With his gear and aquired loot and salvage stored he made his way toward the station`s drydock where Hanatari was sleeping. Boarding tubes and lifter cranes protruded from her hull like parasites, all wanting a piece of her or what was inside.

The term sleeping is used because at times, Annie could swear the ship is alive and out to kill him. Unsecured cargo containers here, leaking high pressure valve there - it all ended up in this grand suspicion that the ship didnt like him very much. The worst thing is, if she indeed does want to destroy him, she would have a valid motive. If he could, he would take her apart. So much valuable and unknown tech inside!

Barring an occasional accident, he couldnt complain about his tenure onboard. He lived in more cramped places and had enough of it to store and process and sort his goods. Sometimes to even turn out a profit but of course...the good Captain raked in all of the dough - it was her ship after all, and the salvage is technically claimed in her name.

@Tamu

“Logically I should not get involved with a captain or crew that seem to cause so much unnecessary chaos but as I am bereft of choice I shall help."

His compatriot didnt strike him as a very considerate or emotional person at all, thing is, neither was he. Especially in his line of work, such...sentiments often proved counter-productive.

With a sigh he turned to her, and elaborated to the best of his ability. He knew her kind, they liked to have as much information to work with as is humanly or otherwise, possible:

"Look...i know this is probably what you have not expected - but given your looks and circumstances, it doesnt appear that you have a lot of choice. Not a lot of ships willing to risk it with a heretek. It draws too much flak. All in all, this is not the worst place you could be." Ananius added with a shrug, as Captain addressed them.
She probably wants to give us a critical crew briefing.
This is an interesting and exciting prospect for Ananius, for it is always possible that she had a potential new location filled with unseen bounty and riches.

"Look, " he added with a whisper to the Techpriestess next to him " there is plenty of space and tech onboard to keep you busy. Plenty of slave for both of us. I`ll show you the Enginarium after we are done in the Mess Hall. Most of the party is there. Besides, you never know what we might find next, you might ending up broading your prospects"

Goramor slithered about the mess hall, looking for the best pieces to eat. Glaring at every foodstuff that didn't suit his luxurious appetite. After a while of pacing he went past a serving of different kinds fruit, hindsight quickly turned him around to the same tray. The Sslyth leaned in close to inspect the fruit proper. Picking one, Goramor straightened his back and held it in front of his scrutinizing gaze, lower arms crossed and his other upper arm stroked his chin while he evaluated. Finally he nodded in approval and took one big greedy bite out of it.

Now he looked at the others who were present and if anyone was worth interacting with. Now there was the Haemonculus, hailing from somewhat similar circles as Goramor who had spent most of his time as Archon's pet/favourite gladiator.
He locked eyes with the man, slithered to him and around him a few laps, looking Varl up and down. He wasn't so grotesque to look at as some haemonculi.
"Commorragh providesss, no?" He hissed in low tones, going circles around him keeping eye contact when possible. "Which it should for a skilled Haemonculus. Mon-keigh more interesting than the luxury of the Dark City, is that even possible?" Goramor stopped and stopped violating Varl's personal space, taking position in front of him. "Goramor." He gestured to himself in introduction, extending a hand in Varl's direction as a hint to exchange names. Goramor took another bite of his fruit.
@Jorimel

@High_Adept_Zeth & @Tamu [no interaction; just observing]
With a satisfying smile, Kairiel observed the Techpriestess de-facto-semi-in-charge, Annie interact with a new of the Martian Priesthood. It was good to see members of the same caste, or sub-faction rather introducing one into the greater clockwork that the Hanatari was. It makes it easier to cope with drastic changes and thus more efficient in adding the new gears and making them comply with the greater good of their mission - whatever it might be this time that their captain has in mind.

@Wata & @Jorimel [no interaction; just observing]
With a glance over to their local surgeon, although who knows what the pale Eldar truly was capable of, he saw a bond being created with a Serpent-personality. A rare being to the Water Caste Tau. With great interest he switched his attention to the conversations developing, listening in deeply.

@Keidivh & @Maleth [interaction]
That was until he made a move on his own. The Tau made his way slowly over back to two most interesting human beings. Their equipment was strange, new to him, something that would aid to deepen his knowledge of the Imperium of Mankind. So one after another he offered his hand in a traditional handshake. Although he understood the sign of the Aquila, personal experience taught him that it might backfire badly, thus retreating to one of the most basic gestures in galactic ways of communication.

"Greetings. My name is Kairiel. I'm the purchaser and sometimes diplomat on behalf of the Hanatari and it's crew. As you might guess I'm a Tau. Hailing from the Water Caste to be specific. If you wish to learn more about this vessel and it's crew, I would be more than willing to share my knowledge. Now I'm a negotiator and trader of sorts. And it would be... Shameful, perhaps even stupid to hide my curiosity. So, from which of the many Imperial worlds do you hail from, and this gear seems more than unique which means your former regiment was a specialized unit, or were you trained as a special battle force to assist the fearsome Space Marines, or Adeptus Astartes rather? You definitely are not from Krieg. Your skin would be much less... Pristine." He eyed up and down each of the sisters.

"Neither Vostroya or Emperor-forbid Cadia. I have seen Elysians before and their drop-trooper gear. Alas, your suit still doesn't match anything quite like them." Kairiel discerned talking out loud, more to himself than them. Perhaps it was to establish his knowledge and impress the women? Then again, he was not flirting - why should he? No, the purchaser's goal was nothing but mere honest diplomacy and integrating the two strangers into their clockwork of the Haratani and the people that make her work, call her home and a glimmer of light in the mostly hopeless dark grim galaxy they called Milkyway.

@BadDo9

Searus nodded to the captain and followed her and the rest to hangers and then the ship an imperial destroyer type from the looks of it. As the ramp lowered and the captain went inside searus took one last look at the exterior of the ship saving multiple Pict-captures of it with her bionic eyes several of which focused on key sections she could see for future study. After that was done she went inside with the rest.

As the tour was conducted by the captain searus’s interests into the tech shown so far was being slowly increased. Most of the servitors and tau drones where not of much interests to her but occasionally she would see modified versions or types she had not seen before which she would quickly take a pict capture of and save it for later study. From what she saw so far searus could deduct that while the tech so far was not wholly standardized it had enough similarity to function and sometimes even form synergies and complementary subsystems to boost performance or make up for a weakness of another. Of course she was aware that this was only a limited view and she may have to revise her assessments when she got a chance to look at the true core systems and more of the ship.

Once they had reached the mess hall and the captain started eating Searus looked around to see what food stuffs she could identify looking for healthy meals that would give the most amount of biological mass with the most amount of nutritional intake the taste being an afterthought. However, if she came across particularly exotic xenos meals then she would also take pict captures of them intending to see the cook if any about them so that she could create new data folders within her brain implants to act as future references. She then turned her attention to the annie the scrapper when he spoke to her and nodded her head in acknowledgement once he was done.
@High_Adept_Zeth
“Dually noted, once I have made a run through the ship systems and other tech I shall if the time and captain permits find you for talks about the tech aboard this ship and the future collaboration and if possible calibration we shall do” she replied. “Also are we the only two of sufficient technological process and knowledge aboard the ship? I understand that the general crew or specific parts may have knowledge on the daily maintenance and systems of the ship but are there any who poses true knowledge?” she asked him.

In the mean while she looked at the rest of the crew and took pict captures of them as well so that she would not confuse them for others in the future as she occasionally had in the past with xenos species and non-augmented humans. If any of them tried to initiate a conversion with her or tried to single her over then she would excuse herself and come to them.

@BadDo9

Shriek once again followed the captain around in most places. She followed her to the mess hall, standing just behind her, calmly eating some of the food, focusing on the greens and the meat over anythiung else. Her eye darting around the room, studying the new recruits, still ready for any sign of mutiny or problem.

This was her mistress's vessel and she wouldn't stand for even the slightest of "problems" arrising while she was there. She listens, watches... But don't really interact with anyone else, finding it less neccecary an secretly, not really sure what she would say or do to start a proper discussion.

Felena let out a growl as she missed her opponent getting a way running and only wounding her, It caused her to wonder if they had any ulterior motives. Putting a hand over her armor and grabbing her tools she sealed her wounds with what she had on and readied to leave with Malrak bringing her things with him as they left. @TuskatheDaemonKilla "You alright from the battle Malrak?" Felana asked as the left, Checking on her friend as they left making sure if he needed to patch him up if it reqired.

On Board the ship.

As they were all taken to a dining hall and sat down, Felena took a seat next to Malrak being somewhat surprises to seeing the amount of aliens and alien tech around, Taking out her canteen and a bottle of booze she took out a small cup pouring a amber like liquid with a crimson like one into the glass before taking a drink. "Now it seems we begin the wait to see what kind of contract they will want to make with us, Hopefully not soul binding." Felena said before taking another drink. Felena took no part in eating for what reason to others is unknown but to Malrak would be obvious.

Bluetoof had been raiding the behind the counter of the bar when the captain called to the crew to return to the ship. He walked along behind the new recruits and the captain his spanner dragging along behind him from his belt. He began belting out an Orky song as he held his Rokk box in one hand shaking it before the muzik returned to the group as they walked aboard their ship.

Upon entering the Mess Bluetoof climbed ontop of a table shouting "OI ! EVERYGIT 'ERE !!! 'ERES A GIFT FROM DA CAPTAIN !!!" He said opening his loot sack and tossing stolen bottles of liqour to, though the throws were more like at, the crew memebers who sat around the Mess hall. Why any self respecting Death skull would part with his loot ? Its easier to steal from a git who's roight and proppa drunk

After the fighting was over Malrak was left wondering who that was is still a mystery to him but he hoped he wouldn’t see them again. His three wounds were fine unless those blades were poisoned but he noticed nothing on them so he simply nodded when to Felana when she asked if he was ok. It then took him a bit of time to collect off of the ravens and Montesquieu along with his other birds before moving onto the ship. He made it quite clear to the attendants what would happen to them if they misplaced or harmed even a single feather on any of them so he didn’t feel a need to keep Montesquieu with him as they went to the dining hall.

He sat down next to Felana and caught her soul contract remark and sunk into his seat. “I doubt the captain of this ship practices such thing Felana but I have been proven wrong before.” He said remembering his past experiences with such a contract. The damaged mark of tzeentch on his chest stung for a moment before he sat up and brought his hood down. It revealed that despite his blue feathered arms and hands that ended with talons he was actually a fairly young human man with a large handprint shaped brand of the right side of his face. A reminder of how much of a fool he was some years ago.

He chose to ignore the loud ork and simply took what he wanted from the food presented to him. He saw no reason to socialize with those that were already part of the crew or people that saw to join like him. They were all here for their own reasons and he had no wish to learn about them, though the Tau that was here did somewhat interest him. But not enough to garner any actual effort to socialize, he would simply eat, sign the contract, and go to his quarters. He had new information to write into his tome after today’s business anyways. It doubled just as much as a journal as a collection of all the knowledge he had collected over his time traveling the galaxy.

Treleskan Varl, sometime Maker of Angels, was a gentleman in his conduct (or so he liked to believe), but he was also one of the Ynneas Eldarith. He took a deep draught of the residual suffering that hung around the bar from the wounded patrons and the bruised hubris of those who lost their fights. It was what his kind did and it signified not at all, other than with a deep breath as if he were gathering himself for the journey back to the ship.

The Haemonculus considered offering his arm to the Captain, but considered that she might need to fight at a moment's notice. So he refrained, and followed the group, sitting down politely at the table of refreshments. he took a glass and poured himself some wine, a very acceptable vintage, and some of the delicately-cooked bird meat. Some of the little side dishes, all of them elegantly prepared for a refined palate. Of course, there was more substantial fare for those with heartier appetites, but Varl didn't exactly rely on a full stomach for his real sustenance. The Haemonculus had excellent table manners. Even if the way he handled knives was curiously precise.

"I see you took my likeness," he said, to the lady taking pictures of everyone, "I wonder, are you aware of the superstitions of the Dark City? Hmm ... it is well that I do not hold with them."

"Unless the mirror is very special, of course."

Varl turned to see the familiar figure of the Sslyth. The susuration of his scales on the floor reminded the Haemonculus of numerous times he'd interacted with the muscular reptiles back at home. Loyal bodyguards, if the price was right. Curiously toxin-resistant, too. It came in handy.

The slithering Sslyth was a little too close, and the Haemonculus' eyes narrowed a fraction. But he soon backed off to a proper distance. He nodded, affably enough, and shook his hand.

"Indeed, the Dark City has many gifts for those that know how to find them. But travel, as they say, broadens the mind. And provides so many oportunities. I felt it was time to seek them out, instead of waiting for them to come to me."

"Treleskan Varl, Master Haemonculus of the Coven of the Remade Helix. Pleased to make your acquiantance, saim."

The spoils from her most recent victory hung about Arissa's neck, the jewels and gems strung about on a necklace or turned into earrings. They were truly beautiful objects, well worth the flesh wounds she had received to earn them. Besides they looked for more ravishing on her than that conceited, pointy eared bitch! Were all Eldar so conceited she wondered as she glanced at her new captain. For her and her sisters sake she really hoped not. Course they'd survive whatever mess they were thrown into. They were Spyrers after all.

As they walked throughout the ship, Arissa couldn't help but be impressed by the enormity of it all, the countless workers, drones and slaves. Many were of varying species, which made for a truly fascinating crew, not unlike her most recent recruits.

Once they made it to the mess hall, the noble didn't bother to grab anything to eat. Her suit provided her with all of the sustenance she required to perform at peak efficiency. Not to mention helped her to keep her alluring physique.

Taking a moment, she sat back on a table to observe this strange grouping of mercs.

@Tamu @High_Adept_Zeth
First off were coghead and the other was some kind of scavenger, both of whom were rambling on to each other about some kind of technical mumbo jumbo. The cog head didn't surprise her much with that talk, though she wasn't quite sure what to make of the scavenger looking type. She couldn't understand why one would ever want to turn themselves into nearly what was pretty much a sentient machine Blegh, creepy, and so unattractive.

Still, they seemed nice enough, and making friends with those types wasn't a bad idea. Taking the initiative, she gave a friendly wave over to the too, inviting either over to join her and her sister if they like.

@Jorimel @Wata
Then there was the Sslyth and the pale Eldar. They seemed to be hitting it off rather well. The Snake guy seemed like the nice enough sorts, when he wasn't butchering people. The Eldar though... She couldn't help but feel a shiver run up her spine just looking at him, and made the decision to not let herself be alone with him at any point. Just to be safe.

@Uriel1339
Her observations were interrupted however as she was approached by what she believed were on of the 'Tau'. She hadn't met man of their kind, but they always appeared to be exceedingly polite and well spoken. This one seemed to stick true to that. Taking his hand, she offered a warm, charming smile, giving a small bow towards him as well.

"Greetings Kariel, I am Arissa of House Vanetris. And this minx right here is my sister Saven." She said with before giving her sister a slight nudge. As Kariel continued on, she had to admit it was rather impressive how much he knew about the Imperium, naming a couple of worlds she had only heard in passing. Course she was more pleased with his compliments towards the two. Some people didn't appreciate true beauty and impressive weaponry when they saw it.

"Well now, aren't you just the sweet talker." Arissa cooed, giving an affectionate pat to the cheek. "Well to start, we are both from the Hive World Therrisia, and no, we aren't a specialized military unit, though you're sweet to think so. We are noble's in fact, and the suits we wear are hunting rigs. Specialized armor allowing us to go toe to toe with some of the more dangerous things in the galaxy. We're known as Spyrers, or Spire Hunters if you feel like being wordy. Sell-swords and guns for hire across the Imperium. We're a unique breed all our own." There was no small amount of pride in her tone, though it wasn't entirely unearned. Hunting Rigs needed skilled users to remain effective.

"So, all in all, we are quite spectacular."